You decide that you would not subdue yourself to the humiliation of kissing your brothers ass, no matter how bad it smelt. You make it abundantly clear to Lewis as he removes the tape to here your answer.
"I'm not kissing your ass, faggot!"
"Suit yourself" Lewis replies, securing the tape back over your mouth. You start to question your decision, wondering if you made the right one, as he pulls down his basketball shorts and shuffles backwards. His bare ass stares you in the face, before promptly engulfing you. Without the shorts in the way Lewis's butthole, was now touching your nose. It smelled much worse than before, now without its covering. Your futile escape attempts are rekindled; you have to get out from underneath his butt. Lewis simply sat still, waiting for you to tire, which eventually you did, beaten by the stink. You calm down and accept the fact for the next hour, you will have to smell Lewis's stinky bare butt. Suddenly, Lewis begins the all to familiar ritual of rubbing his ass on your face. You couldn't do anything about it. Only lie there and have the smell forced in and around your nose, and your face pushed around by bare ass cheeks. You groan as you hear more rumbling from above. The sound that signified the oncoming smelly gas. "Not again", you think to yourself as Lewis clenches his fleshy bare cheeks around your face. PPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT!! He had farted on you mere minutes ago, but without his shorts muffling it, your face was hit by the full force; and your nose by the full stench.
There is nothing to do but endure. Unable to move or breathe through your mouth, you must sniff the fart through your nose, as Lewis continues pushing your face around with his butt, clearly enjoying every second of his revenge. The hour continued and many more farts were released in that time, but eventually the hour was up. Lewis released a final fart and let it sink in, before finally shuffling forward. He sat on your chest once more and looked behind him.
"I've got time for an hours more torture before tea (or dinner w.e.)" He says to you. "I'll give you the choice of smelling my feet; half an hour with socks, half an hour without, OR you can choose "secrety mystery torture: X"". He takes the duct tape off your mouth. "What'll it be?"
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